In the ship's sleeping quarters, present day
"Flame."A small flame lit up the white joint of time weed. Margot laid her back on her bunk, crossed her legs, and put one end of the joint to her mouth, then sucked on it. The smell was delicious. She kept the smoke in her lungs for over 10 seconds, then exhaled upward. The smoke gushed out of her mouth and moved in the direction of the wooden ceiling.
Wow! It's as amazing as the first time I inhaled this stuff!
Well... these few days have been some amazing moments of my life. It was also undeniable. She was a weed-head. She was born to be a weed-head. She had no doubt that she smelled of acrid weed smoke, which was apparent to anyone she encountered -- not that she had visited many parts of the ship.
What can I do? The world on a ship is so boring. Nothing happens. Luckily, I know exactly what to do to pass the time.The first day at sea, she had ate and smoked time weed.
And... on the 2nd day, she had also ate and smoked time weed.
On the third day?
Well... anyone could figure that out. Yet, these three days had been some of the best moments in her life.
The trips just keep getting better and better!In all these mental adventures, she dreamed of so many different places and experiences. They were all happy trips. Her childhood at her hometown... the school... her parents... and her best friend. She had visited them all.
Time weed is awesome! She could explore different areas of her life, both past and future. She had amazing mental experiences. Every time she lit one up, it felt like she could leap out of her body and into the past or into the future or different timelines altogether.
Sometimes she wondered if she should give up on her real life dreams and just smoke time weed for the rest of her life until she died as an old woman.
Should I even go after the money, or just the time weed? Difficult question. Both are equally great.Naturally, she didn't care about the rest of the world. Monsters are invading?
Whoooo cares if monsters are invading? I just want my money, so i can buy a boatload of time weed. This is greeeaat. Life is greeeat. I would rather have a boatload of time weed than a boatload of husbands.
The real world is so boring. I'd rather explore the world of my imagination. And I have the best way to do that, don't I?When she opened her eyes, she saw that her joint had dwindled to nothing. She tossed the depleted joint away. Then, she sat up on her bunk. She grabbed a mushroom from her bag, grounded it into powder with her hands, slid the powder onto a piece of paper, and rolled the paper up into a joint.
"Flame."She laid back, inserted the new joint into her mouth, and took another puff. She closed her eyes.
Forget the past! Time to explore the future! This time, she dreamed about her future husband, the king of Faroth-En, and the sex -- the amazing sex.